Don't be so gloomy. After all it's not that awful. Like the fella says, in Italy for thirty years under the Borgias they had warfare, terror, murder, and bloodshed, but they produced Michelangelo, Leonardo da Vinci, and the Renaissance.

so I guess you could ask me about just not giving a goddamned gently caress any more

Me: What are these, Trevor? WHAT ARE THESE *shaking box of pop tarts*
Trevor: You know what they are mom
Me: Who taught you about these? Where did you learn this behavior?
Trevor: FROM YOU, MOM, I LEARNED IT FROM YOU

Me: What are these, Trevor? WHAT ARE THESE *shaking box of pop tarts*
Trevor: You know what they are mom
Me: Who taught you about these? Where did you learn this behavior?
Trevor: FROM YOU, MOM, I LEARNED IT FROM YOU

Me: What are these, Trevor? WHAT ARE THESE *shaking box of pop tarts*
Trevor: You know what they are mom
Me: Who taught you about these? Where did you learn this behavior?
Trevor: FROM YOU, MOM, I LEARNED IT FROM YOU

first tine posting here in E/N. it started innocently enough with an eggo here, a belvita breakfast cookie there, but I drove by IHOP late last night and saw him with some friends ordering pancakes. advice?

Don't be so gloomy. After all it's not that awful. Like the fella says, in Italy for thirty years under the Borgias they had warfare, terror, murder, and bloodshed, but they produced Michelangelo, Leonardo da Vinci, and the Renaissance.

But I will keep dancing 'til I do
Dance for you, dance for you, dance for you

*stands on sidewalk corner leaning against wall* Psst. Hey. Hey kid. Kid. You want some breakfast? *holds out tantalizing baggie of chopped celery sticks* First meal is free. You want more, you come find me. I got that Jimmy D, I got that Special K, I got Two Scoops, I got Snap Crackle Pop, anything you need. Most important meal of the day, son.

I sink my entire body into a warm oatmeal bath. I let it pour through my folds and crevices, the oatmeal swallows me whole and soon I forget my body entirely. Carefully, I eat an egg.

gently sliding into oatmeal bath with FAU. nothing romantic, just two guys who love breakfast, sharing the experience together. Not a word is spoken as the oatmeal works it's way over me. I eat an egg.

*stands on sidewalk corner leaning against wall* Psst. Hey. Hey kid. Kid. You want some breakfast? *holds out tantalizing baggie of chopped celery sticks* First meal is free. You want more, you come find me. I got that Jimmy D, I got that Special K, I got Two Scoops, I got Snap Crackle Pop, anything you need. Most important meal of the day, son.

Me: What are these, Trevor? WHAT ARE THESE *shaking box of pop tarts*
Trevor: You know what they are mom
Me: Who taught you about these? Where did you learn this behavior?
Trevor: FROM YOU, MOM, I LEARNED IT FROM YOU

Don't be so gloomy. After all it's not that awful. Like the fella says, in Italy for thirty years under the Borgias they had warfare, terror, murder, and bloodshed, but they produced Michelangelo, Leonardo da Vinci, and the Renaissance.

one of the first great disappointments of adulthood was buying all the sugary cereals that my mother wouldn't buy for me as a child and finding out that they actually taste awful